She is young, she is immature
She will always be the sight of pure
Her mother trembles, for her daughter never cries
Her mother sheds a tear, as the Devil sings a lullaby
The father is nowhere to be seen
The father was never too keen
"How should I make you pay?" He said
He never would have done this if she had not fled
The mother is of noble birth
The father is nothing but dirt
Should the child pay the final Price?
As the Devils Bride, Can she roll the Dice?
